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I was just sitten here listen to Celtic music. It got me thinking. I love this music. I love ALL Music. I have one of the most eclectic mixes of music on my play lists of ANY person I know. A lot of people tease me. How can one go from Lynyrd Skynyd to Bach, or Hard rock to Country, and anything and everything in between. I don't know. I play what I like. I like those. I like everything.
There really is very little I don't at least enjoy some component or form of.
But there a few genre's that give me an actual sense of comfort. I can't explain that term. It just somehow fits...
First, there's country. Not current country. Old country. I like New country also, but it's Hank Sr, Tammy Wynette, Donna Fargo, Merle Haggard, and the like, that I mean here. Those take me back to childhood. At Gram's. Grampa was up in the hospital bed, slowly dying, as the music played. It seemed like that bed was huge, I was so little then. I remember climbing up, to lay next to him and listening to them all playing in the background, as he read me Briar Rabbit. Word for word. For months we laid in that bed. It sounds sad, I know. But it really wasn't. Oddly, it was some of the best times of my life. But that's what I mean.
There's comfort when I hear those songs.
Then there is John Denver. Another example of a comfort source. I love him too! My aunt used to listen to him all day long upstairs at my grandparents house. See, she was teenager as her father was dying. She stayed upstairs a lot. When I wasn't with Gramps, or Gram ~I was upstairs too. Again, there is a sense of comfort associated with him now.
I can attribute the comfort to something specific. Something substantial that I can relate the music too Something that I know. It makes sense. It takes me 'somewhere'. I just happen to know where there 'somewhere' is.
But then, there's other music that brings me that same feeling of peace. It brings the same comfort, but I have no idea why.
Celtic music. I absolutely ADORE Celtic music ~but I don't know why. I've liked it since I was a little girl. As far back as I can remember. It is very comforting to me. It's a sense of home, almost like it is a 'part of me'. What is strange is, I really wasn't exposed to it that much. A neighbor girl that lived a few houses down from us growing up was Irish. Really Irish. Like the kind that goes home (to Ireland!) to visit grandparents over Spring break ~that kind of Irish. We played outside a lot though. It's not like it was piped out to the backyard swing set. I didn't hear it frequently. There isn't really a comfort connection there.
So, I wonder if it isn't a inherited kind of thing. I have no scientific proof of my theory of course. Hell, if I did, I guess it wouldn't be a theory then, now would it? Hmmm. Duh. But none the less, the majority of my heritage is comprised of mainly Irish, and Native American.
So, technically, it is a part of me.
Interestingly, I am drawn to all things Native American also.
And actually, I am drawn to most things Celtic also, not just the music.
Music is just what started the 'tangent train' rollin' down the tracks.
Honestly, I was never encouraged to 'believe' in anything growing up. Except maybe Santa Claus and the like. I was never made to visit church. I wasn't told to read the bible. My family wasn't a member of any congregation, anywhere. Reading the bible was a choice I made, and I did attend a church or two just to see what all the fuss was about. However that's another story, and doesn't really mean much here. That is, except to say that I was inclined to form my own belief system based on my research, my thoughts, my feelings, and was in my heart. I think I have done a fine job considering the help that I received along the way. I am strong in my faith, and my beliefs, regardless of what they are, or what anyone else might think.
That doesn't mean I don't question why I am so drawn to things that are deeply imbedded in my DNA.
Is there a scientific reason?
I don't know?
Is there a spiritual one?
Again, I don't know?
If I could find a Catholic Medicine Man, I'd surely ask him his opinions!
Meanwhile, I guess I'll just ponder it...